This is a song about "Left"

So with your mind left exploded

Smoke ? you know it taste good

Contending factions, left with descending passions.

So here i am at the store for some chips

That was good shit, is there any left

So check the verse miss. i ain't say i'm perfect

Take the exit, the nearest left

The blacks kill blacks for a crack of respect

Got nothing left to say

And we here to stay

With the rest who are left

Hold up yea we the best

Say bye bye to her

I left for one summer,

Your new man got my respect

But he was lifeless, not a pulse left